“Although there exist many thousand subjects for elegant conversation, there are persons who cannot meet a cripple without talking about feet.” — Ernest Bramah
There are articles on what NOT to say to people with chronic illnesses. The main one for me: there is no Cure. I may have given the impression (or more) in my posts about the progress on Dr. Coimbra’s Vitamin d Protocol that I expect to be cured.
I do! My definition of cured is I am able to manage things so I’m not aware of the disease. That is what I hope for from this protocol. Remission, if you will, rather than cure. It’s all about how I feel. I’m not interested in a label.
I realize I will have to continue to follow the protocol to get the benefits. The risk/reward ratio is in my favor. That’s life.
I’m sorry to say I’m still recovering from the trip last month. I was able to do things over the weekend and crashed again with profound fatigue. I’m resting up for an event Saturday. Once again I’m taking it a day at a time. It’s a pain in the neck.
Before the supplements for the protocol had been compounded, it was recommended that I get Magnesium Essential Oil and spray it on as much of my body as I could and wait 20 minutes. It was not a pleasant experience as it felt like lightweight armor. But I noticed it helped the psoriasis-looking spots on the tops of my feet and near the ankle. I do not know what the spots are but the essential oil definitely helps. Again, I do not need a label if I can fix it myself.
As a result of drinking 3 liters of water a day, my bladder seems to have reset. It has more tone. I can go longer between emptying. I sometimes get up only once during the night instead of the typical two or three times. Pleasant surprise.
My autonomic nervous system seems to be in better shape, too. I was not bothered by the drastic change in temperature when we went from FL to CA. Forty degrees lower, and damp. I do hope this higher dose of d gives me a better ability to keep my body temperature stable. Other years, despite it being 75 outside and inside, my barometer picked up some weather pattern and I was in a sweatsuit with a wool beret, in bed under the covers. Freezing. It would be nice to lose that.
This is the other side of the coin. I’m back on my feet. But only for parts of a day, here and there. I haven’t returned to the gym since going away. Church activities are available as I am able. I’m getting there.
When I’m on a roll, I feel cured.